Jason Boesel’s “Hustler’s Son” is an eleven-song album filled with dark imagery and a sonic palette that straddles the space between mid 70’s California rock (more Fleetwood Mac than Bread) and the alt country scene of today. The content speaks of loss and manipulation, the futility of hope, and even poses the question “Was it worth it, man?” Not light stuff, by any means, but the melodies present are so strong, the musicianship so superb, you can’t help but be lulled into a sense that through all the gnarliness that life proposes, you might at least be afforded the luxury of the ride.